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He also told her the circumstances were unusual that Foster had picked her as a conduit, but she had to use that to the FBI’s advantage, and she needed to garner as much information from him as she could. He then told her she could do this; she could handle this as if he could feel her fear through the call.
No, she couldn’t!
She wanted to cry before her boss disconnected the call.
Oh god. How had this happened to her?
She was an intelligence analyst and had never done any field work. Straight after college, she’d gone for training and testing at the FBI to make her dad proud. But then she decided to make herself happy when she traded her gun for a desk and became an intelligence analyst instead. She loved her job and wouldn’t trade it for anything else.
The overwhelming need to panic robbed her of control, but she labored through it, forcing herself to breathe.
She just had to get to the airport, get on a flight to Washington, and deliver Declan Foster to her boss.
Easy.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said gently. “Unless you want me to.” His voice dropped to a low, seductive cadence, lined with just the right amount of gravel, setting her skin ablaze. Her heart missed a beat, and she became acutely aware of the dampness in her panties.
No. She had to get a grip.
She snatched up the keys on the desk.
“Put the handcuffs on.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“Put. The. Handcuffs. On,” she said, switching her tone to a more authoritative lilt. She had to rely on her training, even if she didn’t have any field experience.
“All right,” he murmured. “But remember, in the future, I’ll be the one giving orders, kitten.”
She had no idea what he meant, and she didn’t care. Once she handed him over, she was going to take a lifelong sabbatical and see no one.
“Don’t call me kitten,” she said defensively.
When he was restrained, she shot a text to Ellie, explaining she had to leave for the airport immediately. She left Ellie to assume Declan was an FBI agent as well, and they were going undercover. It was for the best since she didn’t want to alarm her friend.
She did, however, send Ellie her live location when she requested it, citing the fact that the weather seemed too erratic for them to be on the road. Nothing was going to stop Peyton from getting Declan Foster to the airport.
Nothing.
She slipped into her coat, and then, with the gun discreetly in his back, Peyton ushered Declan out of the back exit of the bar and into her rental.
“There’s no need for this measure of hostility, Peyton,” he chided softly, as if it were all a joke to him.
“Oh, there is,” she replied, wanting to shout the words at him.
He was a criminal. She was in law enforcement. That was the only thing keeping her glued together.
But she’d never felt more out of her depth than now. She was too inexperienced, too young, and certainly not ready for this kind ofthing.
She couldn’t ignore the fact that the snow had started to fall more heavily, the wind’s pace had quickened, and the rental was not best suited for these conditions.
She stifled an internal groan. She had no idea what to do now. All she wanted to do was get to the airport as quickly as she could so she could get him off her hands and into her boss’, who was better equipped to handle the situation.
The burning question of why he’d chosen her consumed her. Intuitively, she knew the answer was going to change her life, and she didn’t need that kind of emotional whirlwind to affect her capabilities.
She glanced at the man sitting in the passenger seat of the car. His over-six-foot frame, which towered over her, took up every bit of space there was, but he didn’t look uncomfortable or ill at ease in the least.
Instead, he sat like a king.
